A figure clad in black materialized in the room, seemingly appearing from thin air. Tendrils of darkness, and shadows all around his body, slowly merging with his body. He had nothing for a face, quite literally. It was an ever present blank face. He walked towards the sleeping man in the room, his footsteps made no sound, evident that a skill was being used.
Many skills were being used, all of the darkness and shadow affinity. The man took out a black dagger from within his cloak. The dagger was imbued with chaos mana, and small bits of purple lightning escaped it's blade. They made no sound as well.
Alan was unaware of everything, sleeping as soundly as a baby. The man raised the dagger up, and promptly brought it down on Alan's chest, and to his dismay.
